Текстове на песни: Plushgun. An Aria.

Took my mind with your malice
It's the final time to go
I was on the corner, running still

Fight the anger, fight the leaves
It was autumn of my love
All the thoughts and moments winding down

So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So wait, again
Don't hurt me by, hurt me by
So make, again
A dime-a-dozen love cliches
And feel the night we sang

October dulls, it dulls too soon
The lonely calling of the cars
Beating their way amongst highways
I'll find my way to them

The smell of memory and touch
Another visceral excuse to take
Another drink alone

So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So wait, again
Don't hurt me by, hurt me by
So make, again
A dime-a-dozen love cliches
And feel the night we sang

Just find the moment
It's not coming back again
Your hair, it danced in summer wind
Just break the surface
I don't really know
The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall

So wait, again
Don't find the lies that answer
So wait, again
Don't hurt me by, hurt me by
So make, again
A dime-a-dozen love cliches
And feel the night we sang

Just find the moment
It's not coming back again
Your hair, it danced in summer wind
Just break the surface
I don't really know
The meaning, cause, and attributes of fall